Reborn to marry the regent and seize the throne as queen

Watching Shen Wanrong vomiting blood and the hand holding her gradually falling, Jiang Qingwu's hand holding the arrow also gradually loosened.

"If there is an afterlife, I will accompany you to the end..."

His voice turned cold, his heart sank, he slowly stood up, and his thoughts were pulled back.

When I turned around and looked behind me, I found that everyone was standing not far away.

Yan Xiuchen, Gu Yanbai, eldest brother, second brother, Wanyue, Jiuhan, Jiuye...

Looking at Yan Xiuchen, Jiang Qingwu also remembered what he had said before.

It was not until today that she realized that Yan Xiuchen was just like her, having been resurrected from the dead and reborn.

"So I'm in love..."

Jiang Qingwu came back to his senses when he heard Yan Xiuchen's shout.

But when he walked towards Yan Xiuchen, he felt dizzy.

He wore a black dragon robe with dragon patterns embroidered with gold thread, a jade crown on his head, a gold belt around his waist, and a gold-bronze fan in his hand.

He was clearly an emperor standing majestically, but in an instant he turned into the man in military armor and holding two swords as he did on that night in his previous life.

Jiang Qingwu suddenly stopped and looked around in panic.

The vision in front of me suddenly became blurry, and I fell into darkness as if the world was spinning.

Yan Xiuchen's voice could be heard faintly in her ears, and then it disappeared completely...

"Gu Qing..." Yan Xiuchen realized something was wrong and rushed over quickly. The moment Jiang Qingwu fell, he held her in his arms.

"Gu Qing...Gu Qing, wake up..."

"What's going on? Is she injured?" Gu Yanbai rushed over in panic and looked at Jiang Qingwu subconsciously.

Yan Xiuchen also had a confused and worried look on his face. He picked the person up and hurried out.

"Wanyue, hurry up and ask the imperial physician to come to Shangyang Palace."

Yan Xiuchen walked out while giving instructions, and then hurriedly called out, "Jiang Qingbai..."

"I am here and will take care of the aftermath. Your Majesty, please take Ah Wu back to the palace first."

……

In Shangyang Palace, Imperial Physician Li examined the patient and there was no panic on his face.

Yan Xiuchen, who was observing the expressions on his face, also secretly suppressed a hint of worry between his brows.

"How is she? Is she injured internally?"

"Your Majesty, the queen has no new injuries."

"It's just that the pulse is weak and the internal breath is chaotic... It should be due to long-term overwork, which has caused the loss of blood and energy."

Yan Xiuchen frowned slightly and leaned forward, "Just overworked? Are you sure? When can she wake up?"

"In my humble opinion, it would be better to let Your Majesty have a good rest and sleep for more than ten hours before taking care of the condition."

He believed in the medical skills and loyalty of Imperial Physician Li. Although he was worried, he still listened to what Imperial Physician Li said.

"Since you said she has blood deficiency, please prescribe some medicine."

"Yes, I obey the order."

Gu Yanbai watched the imperial physician go out, came in from outside the door, glanced at the bed, and then walked towards Yan Xiuchen.

"I heard everything. Since everything is fine, you don't have to worry."

"In my opinion, Shen Wanrong has been keeping this matter in her mind for too long."

"The knot in my heart has suddenly been untied. I'm afraid I need to have a good sleep."

Yan Xiuchen listened to Gu Yanbai's words, his eyes still fixed on Jiang Qingwu's face.

His face looked a little ugly and sick, and he was sleeping soundly, very calmly.

"I hope so."

"Nan Xiuye ​​is back, Jiang Qingbai and Jiang Qingyu are here too. I'm afraid you still need to talk to them about some things."

Yan Xiuchen came back to his senses, nodded gently, stood up and gestured to Wanyue who was not far away, "You stay with her."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

……

When Jiang Qingwu opened his eyes from the darkness, he found that he was still standing in the courtyard of Shunqing Marquis' Mansion.

There were bonfires everywhere and rain mixed with blood underfoot.

However, there were no corpses, no Imperial Guards, no Yan Lin, Shen Wanrong, no Yan Xiuchen and Gu Yanbai.

Not even one person.

Jiang Qingwu was still wearing the phoenix robe that she had worn at her wedding with Yan Xiuchen, and her hands were even stained with Shen Wanrong's blood.

It was like... someone had cleaned up the scene, collected the bodies, and evacuated everyone, but had forgotten about her.

"Yan Xiuchen?!" Jiang Qingwu murmured, and her mind clearly flashed the scene of Yan Xiuchen running towards her before she lost consciousness.

I clearly remember Gu Yanbai, the man in white brocade clothes, standing behind Yan Xiuchen!

But why is she still here?

With a loud "boom", Jiang Qingwu's heart skipped a beat and his body trembled involuntarily. Then he looked around in horror and went out the door.

But when he reached the gate, he ran into an invisible wall.

Jiang Qingwu staggered and stopped in fear, then ran to the backyard in panic.

However, the exits in the corridor and on the side were like the main entrance and could not be passed through.

The thunder roared, the drizzle was silent, and the cold wind blowing in his face made Jiang Qingwu shiver and freeze in place.

"Impossible, this is impossible, I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming..."

"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."

Jiang Qingwu clenched his fists tightly, closed his eyes tightly, and muttered softly.

But besides the sound of the cold wind blowing past, the only sound I could hear was the sound of the dripping rain.

She didn't even dare to open her eyes again, fearing that she would still be trapped in this yard.

……

In Shangyang Palace, it was already evening three days later.

Outside the bedroom of Shangyang Palace, the master who was searched out from Yan Lin’s old house was setting up an altar and performing a ritual.

He was wearing Taoist robes and performing a ritual in the yard.

Nan Xiu Ye stood in the corridor, watching the guy shaking the bell and waving the whisk in an imitative manner, his eyes full of worry and uneasiness.

"Heaven and earth, please help me, monsters and ghosts, please go away quickly..."

Nan Xiuye ​​naturally didn't believe these things. Naturally, no one believed them, but Jiang Qingwu had been in a coma for three days and three nights.

His face became increasingly ugly, and he couldn't even take his medicine.

"Royal brother..." Nan Xiuye ​​stood outside the dormitory and shouted to Yan Xiuchen who was standing beside the bed, then walked in silently.

"Brother, I have checked and found that this so-called master is nothing but a charlatan who cheats and deceives people."

Yan Xiuchen looked at Jiang Qingwu who was still sleeping soundly, sighed secretly, stood up and strode out.

Seeing the Taoist priest ringing the bell with sweat all over his forehead, he snatched the sword from Jiuhan's hand and walked towards the Taoist priest with the sword drawn.

The ringing stopped abruptly, and the Taoist looked at Yan Xiuchen in horror.

"Your Majesty, spare my life."

"Tell me, do you have any way to wake her up?"

The Taoist priest was so frightened when he heard the sound that he fell to his knees on the ground. "You... you, I don't understand..."

"I am just trying to make a living. I don't know the method of resurrection. It's... it's that Master Yan..."

As Yan Xiuchen listened, his expectations instantly fell to the bottom. He put away his sword in disappointment, and slowly turned away.

"Chop it off." Yan Xiuchen threw the knife towards Jiuhan, who immediately agreed, "Yes, as ordered."

"No, Your Majesty, please spare me, please spare me..."

When Gu Yanbai brought Xu He in, the Taoist priest was begging for mercy in an ear-piercing voice.

Seeing Yan Xiuchen and Nan Xiuye ​​looking unhappy, he sighed softly, "I brought Xu He here."

"Although this guy is not a proper doctor, he has seen all the imperial doctors in the palace, and even tried this charlatan's magic trick, so there is nothing he can't try."

As he spoke, Gu Yanbai pulled in Xu He, who was holding a jar of wine.

Yan Xiuchen looked at the drunk and limping Xu He and nodded helplessly, "You're right, there's nothing we can't try."

"Come on, go on, go in, go see the doctor..."

"Hey, don't pull me, little thing, be gentle..."

Xu He shouted, but was still dragged by Gu Yanbai to Jiang Qingwu's bedside.

Looking at the hand coming from the bed, Xu He reluctantly felt the pulse.

But he just touched it casually, and then he blurted out nonchalantly, "Ah, it's not a big deal, is it necessary to perform a ritual to call back the soul?"

"She is half mentally ill and half physically ill."